into the heart’s cham­bers you’ll pack all that sor­rows
the whole lot of it
and gid­dyup you’ll trot off all alone
known to stran­gers
a stran­ger to your next
dumb as a mule
rump as a stump
you’ll stir up all those des­pairs
you’ll jam them into your spurs
you’ll saddle your anger
there it is nei­ghing in the pen all these years
you’ll mount it
feed it with splin­ters of your rage
with sli­vers of fears
you’ll hug that mons­ter
you’ll tug at the reins all alone
you’ll knock it down raving
peel off his mask
and crush it with the truth
since enough indeed
it thud­ded upon you